Maya's POV
Arthur's question hung between us like a loaded weapon while I fought to maintain my facade. Every nerve in my body screamed for honesty, yet revealing the truth would shatter this fragile charade Sebastian had constructed.
"I trust your journey went well," I deflected, forcing my voice to remain steady. "The travel must have been exhausting."
Arthur extended his arm with practiced courtesy, escorting me toward the sitting area. His gait seemed more labored than before, each step requiring conscious effort rather than natural grace.
"The journey served its purpose," he answered, though something shadowed his tone. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I'll arrange for that Earl Grey blend you enjoyed during your last visit."
